AE_PUBLISHING

Growing up, Sharpe always knew there was something different about him-something not quite right. He couldn't understand why he had to put on wool every day before leaving his home when everyone else in the Sheep clan had their own. 

He was always malnourished and tired. Sometimes, an unstoppable urge to escape would bubble up inside him, and he'd run away, even if it is for a short while.

 A short while would be all it took to forget about feeling like an outcast. This short while was a time that he could count on, to just be himself. Until one day, he hears a strange and hauntingly familiar call in the distance. He goes to investigate. But as it seems, some things are better left unknown.

 The struggles of clashing identities wrack Sharpe's mind as he is made to choose between the blissful lie of a life he lived, and the harsh reality he now knows. Is there ever a time when the matters of the heart outweigh the differences between wolf's fur and sheep's wool?

Wolf In The Flesh

This of course surged their blood with vengeance where they even attacked unconscious wolf bodies to ensure


certain death. Nothing was held sacred anymore.


Sharpe ran past the border. He could not let this battle go on without knowing the fate of his family. It did not


matter to him if he had been exiled. Bark was his father and the sheep his adopted clan/pack. He snuck home,


donned one his back up sheep disguise and rushed straight into battle.


Just then Elder Ram and Highland faced off in epic battle. Leader versus leader. Horn vs. Teeth both were


seasoned leaders. But only one spent their life as a hunter and warrior. As one of his horn's actually broke Elder


Ram smelled defeat. However instead of having his neck ripped out a shadow came upon the dueling leaders


When Sharpe saw the battle though he froze in horror. Everything was covered in blood and the stench of the


dead burned his nostrils. The beautiful clan he had known had become a land of barbarity. It broke his heart so


much he started to howl with no care of what danger it might bring him.


Then he saw a wolf about to murder Elder Ram and leapt into action. He had the advantage of surprise in his


sheep disguise and pulled the killer wolf with his teeth.


"I am Highland," the leader wolf raged, "which sheep can have teeth as sharp as a wolf?"


"I do," Sharpe said still wearing his disguise, "leave our leader alone, leave this land now."


"That is funny," Highland circled him, "do you really think you can beat me freak?"


"Leave," Sharpe said again his voice firmer.


Highland attacked but Sharpe dodged and bit his tail. A furious Highland went for his neck just like Sharpe knew


he would. The wolf sheep slashed his opponent in the face and while Highland howled made his killer strike and


ripped out Highland's throat. The wolf leader fell to the ground dead.


"Leader?" Remus voice was heard, "no Highland," he said sadly.


"Elder Ram! Are you all right?" Bark turned to check on their leader.


At that moment an enraged Remus lounged to strike. But was stopped by an enraged Sharpe.


"You dare attack my father from behind you coward?" Sharpe raged, "you will not hurt him."


Remus was too much of a match for the young inexperienced wolf and had him pinned in seconds. "I hope


saving your fake sheep father is worth your life."


Chapter 7